You wake up to what sounds like wind chimes; opening your eyes reveals Rarity standing next to you with a tape measure floating around her head. She gasps as you wake up and takes a step back, allowing you to focus your attention on her.
"What were you doing?" you ask. "And don't say 'nothing,' because I heard your magic going; that's what the noise was."
Rarity's horn sparks to life and the tape measure levitates off the floor, into a position in front of her face. "I was simply taking your measurements, darling," she replies. "Now hold still and let me finish; I have visions of you wearing a fabulous new ensemble, including suits made from the finest Saddle Arabian silk."
The tape measure dances around your body while Rarity occasionally takes notes on a piece of parchment, scribbling down the figures related to your figure with the occasional "Hmm..." "Aha!" or "Oh, how marvellous!" escaping her lips.
"You know you're wasting your time, right?" you ask. "Why would I need clothes when I'm going to spend all my time in this room?"
Rarity giggles. "Don't be ridiculous, Anon!" she says. "Trust me, darling; when you finally see what I'm making for you, I guarantee that you will want to be seen out in public as much as possible!"
"You seem quite sure of yourself, Rarity, but you don't know me at all," you respond. "I'm not the sort of guy who gets excited at the prospect of new clothes, nor do I exactly go out of my way to ensure that I'm the centre of attention."
Rarity doesn't seem phased in the slightest; with a flourish, she takes down the last of your measurements and tucks her notes and the tape measure into a bag. "Well then, perhaps a new wardrobe could also lead to a new you, wouldn't you agree?" She bats her eyelashes at you in an attempt to get her point across.
"No, I don't agree," you reply. "Instead of a suit, why don't you do me a solid and make a set of pyjamas which are magically enchanted to always keep me clean? That way, I don't need to bother with such a trivial thing as showering every day."
Rarity waves a forehoof at you. "That would be a shameful waste of my talents, dear Anon," she says. "Now, what do you—"
"'Shameful waste of your talents?'" you do your best to impersonate Rarity's accent. "More like you haven't got the talent."
Rarity gasps. "How dare you?!" she screeches. "I am one of the greatest designers in Equestria; I think I am more than capable of making something so basic as a pair of pyjamas!"
You narrow your eyes at her. "Prove it."
Rarity pauses for a moment, then stamps a forehoof into the carpet. "Right!" she snaps. "I'll show you; I will devote as much time and energy as I can into making your precious pyjamas!"
With that, she gathers up her notes and tape measure and sweeps out of the room with practised grace, leaving you alone once more.
"Good." you plump up your pillow. "That should keep her busy for a while. Now..." A yawn escapes you. "Now, back to sleep."